Sensuous

10 June — Thursday

Thought of this yesterday but didn’t even want to type it until I had a chance to check it out.

Checked it today. Went to the Marboro Book Shop on Eighth Street and thumbed through a German-English dictionary and confirmed by suspicion that Stern in German means star.

Jeff Stern and Jennifer Starr. Just a couple of falling stars, but falling where? Falling in what?

I don’t understand any of this. I can’t help thinking that I am attaching undue significance to stupid coincidence. For all either I or Arnold (dare I refer to him as Jeff?) know, virtually everyone has at one time or another selected a secret ideal name. But since he and I are each other’s sole confidant, how would we know the universality of the habit?

Sometimes I think I love him.

I know he loves me. I’m just glad, very glad, that he never says so.

Yet.